Let’s renew vows in a garbage dump—or fake a break upOver the airport P.A. while they all break the other heartsDelaying flights. Let’s cover ourselves head to toeIn honey, stick on the bandages bought that morning at market. Call upLove’s captain to drop us off on a strange pier. Linger for a while.Go back home where we’ve stitched dreams to streamsOf advice in letters across the floor.

And let’s throw in some bad apples too.Disasters are the parades that remind me why I love you.

And have we already forgotten the too-drunken toasts to what we caughtAnd what we killed. And what we had but could not hold.See I had all these plans and no gun to trigger the start. I had all thisMoney and no tools to bury it.All these seeds andNo pots to corruptThat spectacular emergence.Collars, but had no dogs. Chains, no commands.Pride, but no patience.

I promised you the glories of life and came up short on what to do about it justYesterday.

So today I listen to advices, mostly from fabled folksAnd they say to let love spoil as fast as possible—use it up,Stomp on its throat,Move on.

Well, I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve always preferredthe lovesongs you used up on meTo tragedy’s flirtation.